Chapter 592 - 473: Measles Epidemic

"Mr. Dongguo, are you sure this is edible?"

Looking at the pitch-black pill that Dongguo Sun presented to him like a treasure, Lin Miao frowned, forming a character like "river" on his forehead, and asked skeptically.

"It is. I’ve tried it myself." Saying this, Dongguo Sun picked up an identical pill and tossed it into his mouth, swallowing it right away.

"See, I’ve eaten it myself, absolutely no problem."

"You still haven’t told me, what is this thing?"

"Yijin Elixir, no, it should be called Yijin Pill. I can’t craft the complete Yijin Elixir; first, I don’t have the full recipe or the method to make it. This is something I inferred from the properties of the Yijin Elixir. After thousands of experiments, I finally got this. Its efficacy might not be as good as the Yijin Elixir, maybe one-third or one-fourth, but it’s cheap and might cause some mild reactions, like diarrhea..."

"Diarrhea?" Lin Miao was a bit stunned. That’s not a severe side effect. If it’s purging impurities from the body, then diarrhea might not be such a bad thing.

"Did you eat it just now?"

"This, to me, isn’t much help. Eating too much of it would be harmful." Dongguo Sun chuckled. If it’s really poisonous, would he dare to eat it?

Lin Miao didn’t believe Dongguo Sun would harm him, but he cautiously brought the nail-sized pill to his nose for a sniff first.

Generally, medicines have distinctive smells. If it’s just physically combined, it would retain the original scent. But if there’s a chemical reaction involved, it’s harder to guess; it involves a lot of knowledge.

In his previous life, Lin Miao wasn’t exactly a top student, but he was a competent science student, having naturally studied physics and chemistry. Falling ill came afterward.

Without prior knowledge, how would he self-learn traditional Chinese medicine?

"Safflower, chuanqiong, you added musk, frankincense..." Lin Miao could name every herb in the pill.

Dongguo Sun was stunned to hear this; he had never shared the recipe with Lin Miao, yet Lin seemed to know everything.

Of course, the recipe is one thing, but the exact proportions of the herbs can’t be accurately determined.

Finding this formula somewhat interesting, Lin Miao finally threw the pill into his mouth. He didn’t swallow it but instead chewed it directly.

"Lin, you..."

"Quite interesting." Chewing while closing his eyes, he felt the medicinal power and gauged the herb proportions in Dongguo Sun’s pill.

"Too much heat?"

"How did you know? It’s just that a bit too much fuel was added." Dongguo Sun clicked his tongue.

"This pill is suitable for adults, not for children. The medicinal power is too strong, comes on too quickly, and children can’t handle it; it could cause harm. It can be slightly modified..."

Hearing this, Dongguo Sun quickly grabbed pen and ink to jot down the adjusted recipe and proportions.

"Also, this formula has some toxicity. If taken long-term, it accumulates fire toxins in the body, requiring an herb that nourishes yin and reduces fire to balance it..."

Dongguo Sun almost wanted to pull his goatee; how come he hadn’t thought of that!

"As per what I said, craft a batch of these, but not too many, like two hundred pills." Lin Miao instructed.

"Got it."

"Wait, Lin, why does it feel like I’m working for you now?" Dongguo Sun realized something was off.

"If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you."

"Ah, forget it. I, at my age, won’t fuss over it. Anyway, what’s mine will eventually be yours. You provide food and drink, so it’s only right I work for you..." Dongguo Sun quickly adapted and adjusted himself.

"Your apprentice, I’ve found an excuse to send him away from Li Hen City. I’ll arrange for him to come here and continue following you under a new identity."

"Thank you."

"Come with me to check on the Blood Fiend. I’m intrigued by his coma; maybe there’s a way to wake him up sooner." Lin Miao didn’t come this time just for Situ Wan.

"Hmm, follow me then." Dongguo Sun nodded.

...

"Mei’Er, Mei’Er..."

"What’s the hurry? What’s happened?" Yue Mei’Er was still getting her eyebrows done by her maid. Whenever Lin Miao came, whether in bed or otherwise, she always showed her most beautiful side to him.

Men, after all, are visual creatures.

Even the Saint is no exception.

"The village head reported that our tenant’s village has a suspected case of the epidemic?" The maid answered cautiously.

The epidemic?!

On hearing this, Yue Mei’Er, fearless as she was, was nearly shocked enough to drop the eyebrow pencil from her hand.

The epidemic is terrifying. Every time it strikes, regardless of the scale, the death toll is extremely frightening.

Once contracted, at least half of the people would die.

And there’s no cure, relying entirely on fate. If an epidemic truly occurs, it would be a significant problem.

"Quick, isolate any suspected cases; they must not spread the contagion." Yue Mei’Er instructed. "Are there any who had the epidemic before and survived in the village? Have them care for these people."

Those who had and survived the epidemic become immune for life, which is somewhat of an inevitable "benefit."

"Yes."

"Order everyone in the manor to be on guard, increase patrols, and have all those with headaches, fever, or red rashes on their faces gathered..."

Yue Mei’Er experienced an epidemic in her childhood. Though she didn’t catch it herself, she knew what to do once one broke out.